This village on the banks of Yuandang Lake is the Jiangnan where your dreams are not awake.

Photo/Ying Zhigang

In my eyes, Jiangnan is a poem, and the village in Jiangnan is the nostalgia flowing in poetry.

Even if it was born in Jiangnan and lived in Jiangnan, it still sank in poetry and could not extricate themselves. For this nostalgia that is infiltrated with Xinghua Yanyu, drunk dreams did not wake up.

Yuandang Village in Wujiang Fen Lake can dream.

The village is named by the lake.

Yuanyang Lake is also called a sturgeon. It is named because it looks like a stagnation. It used to be a lake bay in Dianshan Lake. Later, because the reed beach was sealed, the lake was independent. Essence

Yuandang Village is an original pillow water village. It still maintains the original texture of the Jiangnan Village, innocent and simple.

The water of the stream in the village and the lake style are comfortable, and there are "dull far away villages, cigarettes in Yiyi market" can be entered into painting.

The farmhouse was built according to the river, the pink walls, the pink walls, the canal after the house, and the green camphor's shade in front of the house.

The river was bottomed out, and the woman stood in the water of Qi knee. The old man who had nothing to do was pinched a piece of pastry, crushed a little bit, and fed the fish that was not afraid of people.

After half a day, the scene was gone, and the two grandma encountered it on the small bridge again.

Although it was early autumn, the sky was still hot, and the courtyard could not be blown in the courtyard. He simply moved the chair, a pot of tea, a radio, and a lunch break on the river.

Passengers who took pictures could not bear to disturb the dreams of others, pressed the shutter across the river bank, and accidentally stepped on a green onion.

"Sorry, sorry", apologized in a row, and a aunt who was holding the grandson with a smile, "It's okay, it's worthless."

The hard -working and intelligent farmers will always open a vegetable garden in front of the house, or plant a few peaches and fruit trees, or plant a piece of garlic, onion, and leeks.

In the pond and river ditch, there are a few clusters of red rhombus and a few plants in the water that can be used.

People from Jiangnan are like this, usually with a little delicate and practical.

At the end of the village house, there are endless fields, and the rice starts to yellow. On the leaf and stems of the dark green, they pay attention to the wind in autumn.

The aroma of rice flowers in the air, a few frogs sounding, far and near.

The microwave of Yuanyang Lake was rippling, and the gentle water brushed through a few bushes, and a egret rushed away.

The lake stands, and the sun is clear and pure.

Just in the lake, can be wine, but the desserts of coffee in the afternoon can also hold a book, carelessly, waiting for the wind to turn the page.

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